Lost in delimma

Lost in delimma,
A choice which I can never pick,
Patched up but it never stick.
Barely breathing cause I cried too much,
Slowly crawling cause I don't wanna hush.
In the world full of hate,
I consent my fate.

Lost in delimma,
For I bring upon myself unseen harrow,
And dug myself a burrow.
How I wish I hadn't been born,
For all I do is mourn,
With a pages that's torn.
But in this world full of hate,
I consent my fate.

Lost in delimma,
A choice so tough,
A choice which is never enough.
I'd rather bleed than rift,
For being with you is all I plead,
In this world full of hate,
I consent my fate.

Lost in this delimma,
Yet I chose pain,
For you are my gain.
Amidst the disequilibrium thought,
You are the poise I sought.
In this world full of hate,
I consent my fate.